Pam is on her way.

Nights are starting to cool down and we are about to wave goodbye to summer in a big way.  Cyclone Pam is making her way south having wrought death and destruction on Vanuatu.  She'll lose power as she hits our cooler waters, of course and is expected to pass to the east of the country but is still predicted to pack a punch.  

Yesterday evening, a couple of minutes before dark, I thought the sky foretold stormy weather.

The night before it was the bright moon that caught my eye in the middle of the night.  There's a big old pine tree in the paddock at the back of my house.  It's an ugly old thing but has moments of beauty when the last of the afternoon sun hits its exposed branches.  Or, at this time of year, when the moon peeps through it after midnight.

 

The first of the wind has arrived, just very light gusts and the old tree is starting to dance around a bit.  I wonder if this could be its last storm.

I thought I'd take photos of the other two trees that are in constant view which could be taken out by a decent wind.  You never know, do you?

I've been out into the yard and moved anything I think might get blown around.  The last of my dahlias could take a battering.  Doesn't matter, they are long past their best. 

The hydrangeas are well and truly finished.  I like them at this stage as much as when they are in full bloom.

I'm ready.